August 21, 2019

• glass bell

  

  there are miracles that happen.
  from wet eye lashes,
  from mute tongues,
  words are waiting
  to fall like winter snow.

  silence isn't always golden.
  but words can melt silence
  like candle wax.
  words are like lemon leaves
  shining on the sour edges of my life.

  words have honed my dreams on the knife-blade of sorrow.

  there are miracles that happen
  there are words like wet furrows
  plowing silence away

  making my soul
  more and more transparent
  like a glass bell.
  one day i might learn to recognize
  true words from lies

  there are miracles that happen

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